For a while, Zhang Cheng stood there and watched stupidly, his innermost desire told him that he should go up to say hello, but his mature thinking refuted his innermost thoughts.

It was just a drunken mistake between them, and there would be no sweetness when they met again, just an awkward atmosphere.

Hesitating and tangled, Zhang Cheng kept wandering around her, and finally gritted his teeth and slowly approached.

Perhaps because of enough investment, Zhang Cheng walked to the side of the two, but the other party didn't notice it, and was still immersed in his own world.

Although he didn't speak, Zhang Cheng was already very satisfied, so he stood quietly behind him, looking for the place where her gaze was looking, thinking about something, appreciating something.

Although she doesn't know how to paint, Zhang Cheng can clearly feel the difference between her and her friend's paintings, the former has a delicate and soft painting style, just like a Jiangnan woman, while the other opens and closes, and the inconsequential scenery never takes too much ink to render.

As a native of Jiangnan, Zhang Cheng will subconsciously have a good impression of the former, or appreciate such paintings.

"Yuhan, have you finished drawing?" the girl with a wide open and closed style put down her pen and began to ask her.

Zhang Cheng immediately wrote down the name.

"Not yet, it's almost there. The one named Yuhan didn't raise her head, and responded lightly, her tone was the same as that morning.

"Oh?" The friend turned his head to look at Yuhan's words, but found that there was an extra person next to him, and his eyes widened subconsciously, ready to ask.

Zhang Cheng hurriedly stopped, he stretched out his index finger and gently pressed it to his lips to signal her not to make a sound, he didn't want to disturb her.

The man didn't say anything when he saw that Zhang Cheng didn't look like a bad person, but she would raise her head and glance at Zhang Cheng from time to time when she looked at Yuhan's painting, because this face was somewhat familiar in her mind.

"Well, okay. After another ten minutes, the woman named Yuhan put down her pen with satisfaction, looked at the scenery in the distance, and then looked at her own painting.

"You, you can tell from the style of painting that you are a little woman. Yuhan's friend looked at the painting and jokingly.

Yuhan didn't seem to have any dissatisfaction, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he smiled shallowly.

This smile made Zhang Cheng a little stunned.

Yuhan's friend seemed to notice Zhang Cheng's gaffe, cautiously approached Yuhan, and asked in her ear in a low voice: "Eh, do you know that boy?"

Yuhan was a little stunned by this question, she turned her head and saw the boy behind her, from the shoes to the face, the smile on Yuhan's face slowly disappeared, and the expression became complicated, and it was difficult to guess.

"You, hello. Zhang Cheng was a little speechless for a while, and hesitated for a long time before such a sentence came out.

"Hello. Yuhan's greeting seemed formulaic, as if nothing had happened that night.

Yuhan's friend seemed to be very discerning, and seeing that there seemed to be some ambiguity between the two, he made an excuse to leave here temporarily.

"Yuhan, I'll go to the toilet. With that, he trotted all the way out of here.

originally thought that Zhang Cheng would feel embarrassed by one more person, but as soon as that person left, he regretted it a little, because now that there were only two people left, he was even more embarrassed.

"Well, I happened to be walking here, and I didn't expect to run into you here. Zhang Chengdong looked around for a long time, and then explained that he met him just by chance.

It's just that only Zhang Cheng's heart knows whether his heart is full of hope and longing when he walks here.

"Hmm. Yuhan seems to have always said so little, or just in front of him.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhang Cheng, and I am a student at Zhejiang University. Zhang Cheng saw that Yuhan had nothing to say, so he could only start an awkward chat.

"My name is Wu Yuhan and I am a student at the Academy of Fine Arts. Maybe it was because that night, there was not much strangeness between Wu Yuhan and Zhang Cheng.

"Can we take a walk by the West Lake together?" Zhang Cheng felt that it was really inappropriate to just stand here and talk awkwardly, so he proposed to take a walk on the edge of the West Lake.

Wu Yuhan subconsciously glanced at his drawing board and painting tools, Zhang Cheng quickly caught this, "I'll trouble your friend to bring things back later, can you see it?"

Wu Yuhan lowered his head, as if he was thinking, and finally nodded and agreed, "Yes." ”

After that, the two of them couldn't seem to find any topic, so they could only keep their heads down and wait for the man to come back.

About ten minutes later, the man came back with a belated appearance, "How is it?"

I don't know who is asking this question.

"That, there's something that my classmate wants to trouble you, do you think it's okay?" Zhang Cheng said, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Okay, you talk about it first. "The man's temper is like a painting, and he is very refreshing.

"Then I want to walk around here with classmate Wu, do you see if you can bring her things back?" Zhang Cheng didn't call Wu Yuhan Yuhan familiarly, he didn't want the other party to feel that he was too fierce.

"Oh?" the man let out a long sigh, his eyes constantly looking between Zhang Cheng and Wu Yuhan.

Perhaps because he couldn't stand her eyes, Wu Yuhan was about to explain, "Actually... ”

"Okay, okay, it's just a gesture. The man interrupted Wu Yuhan's explanation, looking like I understood.

"Then I'll trouble you, I'll treat you to dinner when I get back. Zhang Cheng immediately expressed his gratitude.

The man happily agreed, Zhang Cheng carried her things on his back and sent her to the taxi, and when the car was far away, he asked Wu Yuhan, who had not spoken, for his opinion, "Where do you want to go?"

"All right. Wu Yuhan gave an ambiguous answer.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng could only walk at will, and Wu Yuhan slowly followed him.

"That friend of yours has a pretty good temperament. Zhang Cheng knew that it would be impossible not to find a topic.

It's just that as soon as he said this, he regretted it a little, talking about another girl in front of a woman, is this a mistake that a love veteran should make?

"Well, Zhuang Yue is from the Northeast, and her temperament has always been like this. Wu Yuhan responded.

"That's good. Zhang Cheng's words instantly killed the day.

Resisting the urge to slap his mouth, Zhang Cheng began to look for other topics again.

"Where are you from?"

"Locals, grew up here. ”

"Yes, do you know what is interesting in Hangzhou? I have not been here for a long time, and I have always wanted to go out and have fun, but I don't know where to go, so I can only walk around the West Lake. ”

"Okay!"

“。。。。。。 ”

"Actually, I like to draw, but I don't have any talent for it. ”

"It's a real talent to do this, but it can also be used as a hobby to cultivate sentiment. ”

"Actually, I've always had this idea, but I just don't have a teacher to teach me, do you think you can teach me?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you don't have to call me every day, it's just the weekend, you can take me out to sketch and call me some painting basics. ”

"Oh well. ”

"Then let's add a QQ, or exchange a contact information? ”

"Okay. ”